it’s not that there is a lack
of men willing to
give you
the shirt from their back
but rather an abundance of women
ready to wear them
Tag: Poetry
you are not some dark knight
riding in on the moonlight
to save me
you are a cockroach
and i will ignite you
with aerosol and flame
before you get to my pantry
– you’re not ‘friendzoned’, i’m married
where does the hurt go
when i bury it
below the surface
why doesn’t it die
when it is deprived
of energy
how can i still feel it
and recall it?
i dig it up
covered in rot
decaying and putrid, it hurts
Memoirs of a Millennial 